I could love you. No, I could love the fuck out of you. But what is love without compromise,without knowing someone's passions for your soul, without knowing that that person looks at you and values your worth as priceless because you are either the Sun of their life or the Moon that softly blesses their presence with it's soft glow each passing evening? I want to mean something. To love and be loved in return. I withhold my passions from you because I know my fires would consume you and I am unsure whether you'd be able to rise from that ashes I leave in my wake.
#love #passion
Thursday, February 20, 2014
What This Blog Means to Me
This blog is a dedication to my wandering thoughts which are similar to the wandering winds on which birds travel. Like rustling leaves on the soft whispers of the wind they course through my mind, sometimes softly like background music and other times so troubling and violent that they keep me awake through the evenings. I aspire to write and express emotion its rawest and simplest form in a manner that can both move people and hopefully touch their hearts and souls as words have touched mine. Hopefully if anyone reads my works here, they enjoy them.
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